Mad Max: Feminist Road

Forget that (probably) self-important Suffragette movie coming out later this year, Mad Max: Fury Road is the flick that women (and men) will hopefully flock to. I’d almost go so far as calling it a chick flick, if only that term didn’t feel so patronizing and weird.

George Miller’s Mad Max movies have always put women in strong, powerful positions while the men are all broken followers or maniacs. From Virginia Hey’s aptly named “Warrior Woman” in Road Warrior to Tina Turner’s fierce “Aunty Entity” in Beyond Thunderdome; women in Max’s world are equal, if not superior to the men folk.

Women’s liberation from a patriarchal society is not the hook on which this story is based – in Fury Road, it’s the entire story. It’s as if Miller took the plot of Road Warrior and replaced the “gaazoleeeeene” with abused and controlled women. He even asked renowned feminist, activist and writer of the Vagina Monologues, Eve Ensler to help craft his vision. All the men in the movie (apart from Max, of course) are either easily-led followers or murderous dictators, while all of the women – young and old – are wise, caring, nurturing, tough as nails and ultimately there to save a world destroyed by men.

As happy as I am that George Miller’s genius has given us powerful women characters in dynamic roles, and all wrapped in a testosterone-pumped, manwich of a movie; I’m still a bit sad that it’ll probably be ignored (or more likely misunderstood) by those fundamentalists who endlessly shriek from behind their pricey, skinny, fruity-named laptops. You know ’em, those horrid middle class types whose feminist ideals amount to (mostly) twitter-bashing films like (and you’re gonna think I’m lying) Joss Whedon’s Avengers: Age of Ultron. To all those angry, self-loathing types, please ignore this little blog – like with most things, you’ve probably missed the point – to everyone else, go and see Mad Max: Fury Road. It’s a whole lot of mentalist fun.

But not in 3D. 3D sucks. Honestly, it really does.

And just in case you’re a shrill type who needs something to rant about, then have a rant about Tom Hardy’s accent in the movie. What is that all about?